Date: Thu, 14 May 2015 16:27:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: david smythe <mrdave64@yahoo.com>
Subject: slave boys of muravia CH 14

Ch 14

On boarding the galley The Prince followed by his secretary Ramge who
always travelled with him leaned over the parapet from which he had an
uninterrupted view of the slaves in the pit below.  The secretary, who was
the Prince's right had man and confidant managed all of the affairs of
state and made sure that at least two of his master's favourite slave boys
were on hand at all times. One, a white skinned boy, some twenty years of
age had been captured at sea just weeks before. The other was tawny
skinned, about eighteen years of age who had been taken as part payment by
a merchant who saw his potential as a pleasure slave. On his last visit to
Madrango he had the boy quickly prepared and exhibited in the exclusive
market which specialised in material of this kind. The boy had earned him a
handsome profit. Having been enslaved for just a few months only, both boys
had quickly learned what was required of them as pleasure slave to The
Prince. Without instruction the two boys now crawled across the deck and
entered their Master's cabin. The Prince looked down at the slaves who now
had their foreheads bowed, resting on their oars in obeisance. He noticed
with satisfaction the new white slave, his body still showing the signs of
the whipping his young prot‚g‚ had given him. He anticipated with
relish the pleasure this slave would give him later after an exhausting
stint at the oars and spoke at some length to his secretary.  David could
clearly hear the conversation above his head but he dare not look up; he
could see the attendant's whip resting on the walkway beside him. Another
quick glance down to the rowing pit and The Prince turned to enter his
cabin. Once the royal party were inside the drum sounded once more and the
order was given for the slaves at their oars to resume their former
position.

Once in his cabin The Prince divested himself of his cloak, and sunk into
one of the arm chairs. the tawny skinned slave boy who was holding a large
glass of red wine bowed low as his master entered.  He then moved to stand
before The Prince, bowed again, dropped to his knees and held out the
glass.  When the glass was taken from his hands he bowed again, shuffled
forward, unfastened the front of The Prince's trousers and took his
master's swelling cock into his mouth. The white skinned boy was already
kneeling on a low table impaled by a large plug projecting from its
surface. The boy's thighs were spread incredibly wide, exposing his
ornately caged cock and his balls below. His hands rested on his knees, his
wrists strapped immovably to his knees. He knelt upright, chest forward,
stomach drawn in, shoulders back, head up staring straight ahead. He had
spent many hours in this position as a display slave in The Prince's
palace. It was not a comfortable position but he knew that he was there for
his master's pleasure, as decoration and, with his master in the cabin he
dare not move.  The Prince looked at the two slave boys, one gently sucking
and swallowing the pre cum from the end of his cock, the other kneeling
rigid like a statue posed purely for his delight. He recalled the boys'
cries and entreaties for mercy when they had been hung by the ankles and
mercilessly whipped before their training had begun and how they had
immediately crawled with their noses to the floor to kiss his feet when the
whipping was over. It never failed to amuse him how quickly a newly
captured boy could be transformed into a totally obedient slave so eager to
please him and obey his every command. He pondered which boy would please
him later but then his thoughts turned to the white skinned boy chained to
his oar in the rowing pit below.

The drum sounded once again followed by the simple order "UP" Then: 'right
side oars out'.  David watched as the slaves to his left slowly pushed
their oars out through the rings in the side of the hull and he felt the
galley move gradually sideways away from the quay. Then another order.
'Left side oars out'.  Quickly he took hold of his oar and pushed it to his
right until he was holding just the end. Now he could understand the
purpose of the rings as the ends of the oars on each side were quickly
linked together with chains. It was immediately obvious than that these
chains ensured that the oars would work in unison.  Immediately the drum
sounded twice. David pulled on his oar as the chain at the end tightened.
Once again he whip landed hard on David's back.

'Chains must be kept slack it all times' shouted the overseer.

Having never handled an oar before David was surprised at its weight and
the force required to pull it through the water. Initially the pace was
slow, dictated by the regular beat of the drum. But soon the pace quickened
and he knew he was not coping well as the chain attached to the end of his
oar frequently tightened, jerking his oar violently. And at every jerk of
the chain came the slash of the attendant's whip searing across his back,
the end curling round his body to lacerate his chest. Soon David realised
that he must row with all every ounce of his strength to avoid the whip. At
the end of every stroke he must press down on the oar to lift the blade and
instantly strain forward ready for the next stroke; there could be
absolutely no pause for relief. He must keep rigidly to the beat of the
drum and maintain the pace of his fellow slaves or feel the overseer's
whip. The constant forward and backward motion required soon began to put
an intolerable strain not only on his shoulders and arms but also the
muscles of his back and stomach.

After about an hour David's body was drenched with sweat. His back and
thighs were covered in marks from the overseer's whip but none of these had
drawn blood. The Prince liked to see whip marks on his galley slaves as
well as his pleasure slaves but did not want these slaves to be permanently
scarred which might decrease their value. So whips were chosen with flat
strips of leather rather than round so as to inflict the maximum stinging
pain but avoid cutting the slave's flesh. The Prince realised that another
advantage in using these whips was that slaves could be whipped almost
continuously to urge maximum effort at all times without diminishing their
ability to row. David now felt the fire from the sting of the leather
continuously as he struggled to keep in time with the monotonous beat of
the drum. It beat twice for every stroke; the first beat signalling the
requirement to press down and push forward with the oar out of the water,
the second beat the requirement to dip the oar in the water and pull back
to the full extent possible. He soon realised that to keep the chains slack
he had to lean right forward with arms extended before dipping his oar in
the water. Then he had to pull his arms to his chest and lean far back to
keep the movement of his oar synchronized with the others. And so it
continued, stroke after stroke after stroke.

David tried to focus on the rhythm of the drum but found it very hard to
keep in time. It was the amount of stretch from the forward position to the
fully back position that gave him problems. The distance was far greater
than he could ever have imagined. And still he had to keep time with the
others fully conscious that if ever the chain at the end of his oar went
tight he would get another lash from the whips of the overseers. Apart from
the incessant boom of the drum and the creaking of the oars the only other
sounds were the swish of the whips and the cries from the unfortunate
slaves when the whips landed harder than usual. Despite the fact that all
the other slaves were hardened to the oars the sounds of the whips were
almost continuous. It was a sound David was rapidly getting used to and
dreaded. Every time he heard the swish of leather through the air he closed
his eyes and cringed, hoping it was not his back or thighs that were the
target.

Having finished his drink, The Prince kicked the tawny skinned slave boy
away and refastened his trousers. The boy immediately recovered and knelt
with his nose to the floor. Stepping out onto the deck Prince Dumar looked
down over the railing. He always took pleasure in the sight of twenty
sweating slave boys toiling under his command but now there was the added
pleasure of the slave of his young friend Rico chained to the oar nearest
to him. He watched, smiling to himself as David struggled with his oar and
noted with satisfaction the multitude or red lines covering the slave's
back and thighs. He would have much pleasure from it later when it had
finished its stint in the rowing pit and gave orders to his secretary for
the slave to be thoroughly washed down and sent to his cabin that evening.
Unaware that he was being watched David continued his back breaking toil,
his mind concentrating only on the beating of the drum and the movement of
his oar. At every pull his muscles screamed in agony but he knew he must
force it from his mind.  Soon he began to lose all sense of time his body
functioning involuntarily , his mind numbed by the monotonous sound of the
drum, his attention only diverted by the cries of the slaves and the sting
of the whips as they slashed across his flesh.


Marindar led Aron from the building and across the yard to a door he had
not noticed before. He opened the door and ordered the slave
inside. Getting used to the dim light Aron could not believe what greeted
him. The room was small but everywhere chains, rings, collars, cuffs
spreader bars, yokes and all manner of items of slave restraint and
decoration covered the walls. In the centre of the room was a frame, the
purpose of which Aron could eacily guess. Equipped with straps and locking
cuffs it was clear that a slave could be secured in an unlimited number of
positions and the whole thing could be rotated to any angle.

Marindar instructed Aron to stand with his back against the frame. Quickly
he secured his hands and ankles in cuffs. Then straps went around his neck,
chest waist, hips and knees. Soon he was secured so tight he could hardly
move a muscle. Marindar then rotated the frame half a circle until Aron was
hanging upside down, his cock and balls within easy reach. Wheeling a table
across to the frame Marindar then set about preparing the slave as directed
by his employer. Lifting Aron's balls he carefully marked the positions of
the piercings then clipped the clamp over the first mark. The wide needle
quickly followed through the holes at the end of the clamp. Aron screamed
at the sudden stab of pain but was quickly silenced by the strands of
Maridar's whip as it slashed across his upturned belly.

'Every time you make a sound slaveboy you will feel the whip, understand?
he said

'Yes Master' cried Aron choking back a sob.

Soon the lower part of Aron's scrotum on the left side was adorned with a
one inch diameter ring. The clamp was removed and placed over the second
mark, just half an inch below the first one. This time Aron was prepared
for the sudden violent pain as the needle pierced his flesh and within
seconds another ring hung from his scrotum just below the first. Marindar
then turned his attention to the other side and a few minutes later four
rings hung from the slave's balls two on either side of his cock.  Marindar
stood back to admire his work confirming to his satisfaction the perfectly
symmetrical appearance of these initial adornments. Moving forward he took
hold of Aron's cock cage noting the pierced plum head of the circumcised
cock pressing against the end of the cage. He smiled; it was quite normal
for a slave's cock to attempt to harden under pain. The addition of a heavy
thicker ring could be achieved without removing the cage and the firmness
of the cock would make the job easier. Selecting a large hinged ring from
the table he cut away the smaller ring at the end of Aron's cock and
removed it. He then quickly inserted a tapered tube to expand the
piercing. Once the tube was fully inserted and the hole sufficiently
widened the new large ring was inserted. As the ring was pushed through the
tube was expelled from the other side. It was not an easy job as the ring
which was nearly two inches in diameter was a quarter of an inch thick but
the excited state of Aron's cock as it pressed hard on the inside of the
cage made it possible. Marindar closed the ring and secured it with a pin
that he placed through a small hole in the overlapping ends. With a pair of
pliers he expanded the pin in the hole.

The frame to which Aron was secured could be adjusted by turning any of a
number of screws and now Aron felt his thighs being spread wide apart. The
pain in his groin grew to a level he had never experienced but still his
thighs were spread ever wider.  Then he felt the clamp squeezing the flesh
between his legs just an inch behind his balls.  Marindar sensed the
suffering of the slave boy beneath him and smiled; he needed space to
work. The needle quickly penetrated the lobe of skin held fast in the clamp
to be quickly followed by the ring. Moving the clamp slightly he thrust the
needle through again and then another ring just half an inch from the
first. Soon three rings, evenly spaced in a line adorned the flesh between
Aron's balls and his ass hole.

Marindar shifted the table slightly and spun the frame to that Aron was
again the right way up. He could see the suffering in the slave boy's face
and the tears in his eyes but felt no compassion; it was just a slave boy
and he had a job to do. Ordering the boy to open his mouth and extend his
tongue he placed a heavy clamp at the end and screwed it tight making it
impossible for Aron to close his mouth.  In a moment the piercing needle
went straight through the stretched flesh of the tongue to the side of the
clamp and this was instantly was replaced by a ring.  The stab of pain
which pervaded Aron's senses caught him off guard. He gasped for air and
his whole body shuddered, shaking the frame to which he was secured but his
tongue remained extended, held fast by the weight of the clamp. He had
hardly time to recover before the other side of his tongue received the
same treatment.  Marindar removed the clamp but not before attaching chains
between Aron's tongue and nipples rings.  Soon a third ring adorned the
very tip of Aron's tongue. Marindar stood back admiring his work and the
anguished face of the slave boy secured in front of him. He smiled, adding.

'That will make your master very happy when you are sucking his cock boy'.

Aron's ears were next to feel the pain of the piercing needle and soon two
more large rings adorned the lobes. He was conscious of their weight and
realised with passive resignation that these too would soon have chains
attached. To complete his task Marindar placed the piercing clamp on the
flesh just above Aron's navel taking care to ensure that the needle would
be exactly horizontal for the piercing.  Then, without ceremony he forced
the needle through quickly replacing it with a ring about an inch in
diameter. As he released the clamp he checked to ensure that the ring hung
true, perfectly encircling Aron's belly button.  Next came the chains. Two
chains from the navel ring to his upper scrotum rings, two chains from his
ear rings to his nipples and a further two to his nose ring. The chains
from his tongue to his nipples ensured that his tongue was painfully
extended unless he kept his head bowed.  Finally Marindar attached weights
to Aron's nipple rings, his ears, his lower scrotum rings and the three
rings between his legs. He stood back and looked at the slave on the
frame. Everything was perfect, exactly as prescribed; he knew that Vazier
would be pleased with the appearance of the new display slave.  Of course
not all of these adornments would be applied at any one time but the slave
was now equipped to display all of the accoutrements of his master's trade
so that his customers could readily assess the decorative and aesthetic
effects and degree of restraint imposed. The tears that had flooded from
Aron's eyes and run down over his chest were drying as Maindar released him
from the frame.

'Inspection position'. snapped Marindar.

As he choked back a sob Aron quickly assumed the position, making sure his
legs were widely spread, his belly sucked in and his hips forward.

'Excellent slave, I see you have learn your lesson. Remember nothing less
than perfection is required or you will feel the whip again.  Now we will
present you to your master. After bowing to him you will prostrate yourself
spread-eagled on your belly and then when he snaps his fingers you will
assume this position instantly. Understand'?

'Yes Master ' Aron quickly replied.

Marindar attached a leash to the large ring now adorning the head of Aron's
cock and led him back across the yard. Vazier was seated reading through
documents when the two entered his lounge. Aron dropped instantly to his
knees and crawled towards his master keeping his nose pressed firmly to the
floor. He stopped, knelt up and bowed. Then he prostrated himself,
spread-eagled on his belly as instructed.

'Your new display slave' remarked Marindar.

Vazier put down his papers and looked down at the slave boy on the
floor. The whipping it had so recently received was not evident as it was
face down on the floor, its arms and legs widely spread in submission. He
noted the firm back and the magnificent swell of the boy's buttocks, a
picture only surpassed by the view from the seat of his personal pony cart
as the slave had worked the muscles of his thighs and ass earlier that day.
Aron could sense his master's presence as he walked around him and could
see his slipper clad feet beside his head. Vizier lifted his foot and
placed it on the back of Aron's head, pressing it painfully into the floor
but then, eager to see how his slave now looked he snapped his fingers
loudly. Instantly Aron sprung to his feet, spread them impossibly wide and
assumed the position of inspection. Vazier smiled. He recalled the first
time he had viewed this slave when it had been displayed before its
sale. Its transformation was now complete. Then it was fresh from the
slaver's ship, untrained and unaccepting of its status. There was confusion
and rebellion in its eyes as it had been paraded on the auction block but
he had recognised its potential. Now its response had been instant and it
had assumed the position exactly as required in less than a second.

Vazier now set about a detailed inspection of the young slave boy that was
his property. Reaching beneath the caged cock he took hold of the weights
hanging behind and tugged. Aron knew that whatever happened, whatever pain
his master inflicted on his freshly pierced body he must show no
reaction. He felt his master lift the weights attached to the rings in his
scrotum and then drop them. He winced but he knew this was just the
beginning. With the new heavy ring Vazier lifted Aron's cock cage and
fastened it to his navel ring with a short chain.

'Perfect' he remarked to Marindar. 'Better when the pony is trotting fast
and the balls are so much more visible'.

'Certainly' replied Marindar.

'Raise your head slave' said Vazier.

Aron obeyed, the chains attached to his tongue forcing him to extend it
painfully as far as he could.  Vazier examined the three small rings.

'I shall assess the effect of these later' he said. 'When the customers
become aware of this addition I am sure they will be a very popular for
their own slaves'.

'And the slave will give ample opportunity for our customers to sample them
I'm sure' replied Marindar.

Vazier stood back to take in the whole figure of his new display slave. The
multitude of rings and chains lent a heightened erotic attraction to an
already superb slave body still striped red from its whipping and he knew
that this would not be missed by his customers. His lust growing he resumed
his seat and asked Marindar to remove Aron's tongue chains. Then he ordered
Aron to approach and kneel.

''You may now suck my cock slave, and I wish to feel the effect of those
chains' he said.

On The Prince's David's head was becoming empty of all thoughts and
resistant to everything but the mind-numbing and relentless beating of the
drum and the backwards and forwards motion of his body.  This interrupted
only by the stinging lash of the overseer's whips when he even slightly
relaxed his efforts. His body yearned for release from the torment and he
thought he was going to collapse. He glanced at the other slaves none of
whom seemed to be suffering as he was. But then they were experienced
galley slaves hardened to the effort required to provide the power for the
galley. He knew there were two teams of rowing slaves on board and his only
hope was that this initial stint with the oars would soon come to an
end. And end it did but not until he had been rowing for a full two hours.
He hardly heard the order to 'down pace' and then to stop rowing at which
point the chains at the ends of the oars were released. Then he watched as
the oars on the other side were drawn in and felt the slight bump later as
the galley drew alongside the quay.

The overseers quickly unlocked the slaves' wrist chains from the oars and
ordered them up onto the foredeck of the galley. Here the second rowing
crew had been resting chained to rings in the deck.  David's crew were now
similarly chained but he was separated and ordered to follow one of the
overseers. At the side of the deck he was told to stand whilst water from a
pump operated by two slaves was directed all over him. Then he was ordered
to bend and spread his ass cheeks whilst a smaller hose was inserted. He
was told to hold the water in his guts until ordered to expel it over the
side. This was repeated three more times until the overseer could see that
the water was clear.

Just then The Prince's secretary Ramage appeared and David knelt with his
nose to the deck.

'The slave ass is running clear SIR' the overseer reported.

'Excellent' the secretary replied and clipped a leash to David's collar.

'You will remain on hands and knees slave and accompany me to His Highness'
he said.

As he followed Ramage David's mind was full of foreboding. He had already
experienced The Prince's brutality when at a private inspection prior to
his sale he had been viciously whipped for amusement.  Now he was being
taken to The Prince's private cabin at the rear of the galley for whatever
horrors and humiliations he could hardly imagine. Outside the cabin the
secretary stopped and gave him a set of instructions as to what to do on
entering.

The Ramage knocked and the door was opened by the tawny skinned boy who
remained on his knees.  As the secretary entered the boy placed his
forehead to the floor. The Ramage bowed perfunctorily to The Prince and
then took his seat at the side of the cabin. A moment or two later David
heard the clap of The Prince's hands. He crawled through the doorway on his
belly keeping his nose to the floor until he could see the prince's feet
before him. Then he knelt up, bowed his head to the floor again and
prostrated himself once more on his belly. He then crawled forward to kiss
The Prince's feet.  Nothing happened for a while and then The Prince
clicked his fingers. David crawled forward, knelt up and placing his tongue
under The Prince's cock, lifted it and took it into his mouth. He gently
closed his lips over the rapidly hardening cock and remained perfectly
still. Several minutes passed before The Prince clicked his fingers
again. Now David knew it was his task to provide the maximum possible
pleasure and to bring The Prince to orgasm quickly. He knew his performance
would be assessed and he would be punished according the The Prince's
satisfaction or otherwise. Prince Dumar ordered wine and the tawny skinned
boy stepped forward, bowed, knelt and held the glass for his master.  On
the table the white skinned slave still knelt motionless, impaled by the
large plug in his ass. He had been there for nearly three hours, his
master's display slave, and decoration for his cabin. Later the roles of
the two slaves would be changed but one would always be kneeling on the
table, thighs widely spread, his ass impaled.

David was working hard to satisfy Prince Dumar's lust. As he had been
taught by his young master Rico he used the tip of his tongue to stimulate
the most sensitive areas of the thick cock filling his mouth.  He
concentrated his efforts on the smooth round plum head and the under
surface near the cock head where he knew it would provide maximum
stimulation and pleasure. His tongue went frequently to the Prince's piss
slit now oozing copious amounts of pre cum before returning to lick along
the underneath of the shaft. He tried to recall the training he had
received from the slave master Rani when he had been forced to suck his
cock after his branding and the whipping he had from master Rico when his
efforts had not pleased him. David knew he must please this man, the ruler
of this country, who could inflict the most excruciating punishments on a
slave just for his pleasure. He dismissed all thoughts from his mind save
that of pleasuring this man who had the power of life or death over him and
he knew the only way to do this and avoid a vicious caning was to provide
the most intensely erotic sensations to the pulsating sexual organ now held
between his lips.

The Prince was moaning with pleasure. David's tongue darted from piss slit
to beneath the head. His lips massaged the length of the shaft taking it
right to the back of his throat. He knew The Prince's climax was near and
his tongue went again to the head. As the hot salty cream began to spread
over his tongue he closed his lips firmly over the shaft making sure that
not a drop leaked out and he swallowed. He swallowed again and again as
wave after wave of The Prince's cum was pumped into his mouth. He could
feel the pulsations in the shaft as each new jet hit the back of his
throat.  It seemed to go on forever but eventually the intensity and
frequency of the ejections decreased.  Remembering his training David
redoubled his efforts. He knew he must try to prolong the pleasure for his
master for as long as possible and must continue until ordered to
stop. Eventually The Prince's moaning subsided. He clicked his fingers; the
signal for the slave to stop and lick him clean and when satisfied that
this formality had been achieved he clicked his fingers again. David
shuffled back, bowed his forehead to the floor and prostrated himself at
Prince Dumar's feet.

Prince Dumar took the glass from the tawny skinned slave who was kneeling
beside the chair and looked down at the slave prostrated before him. Its
performance had been satisfactory considering that it had only been a slave
for a few months. However it was not his policy to convey his assessment of
the slave's performance to the slave. The slave would soon learn whether
its performance was acceptable from the number of lashes or strokes of the
cane it received afterwards. He looked at David's buttocks, nice and round
and the only part of his body not covered with the marks of the overseers'
whips.  He decided then that he would use this slave's ass and fuck him
before dinner. Then those buttocks would feel the cane and would be marked
like the rest of his back.

The Prince discussed with Ramage the arrangements for the following
day. The galley had arrived in the town of Pulana some thirty miles upriver
from the capital. Pulana was a town of little significance but a convenient
stopping point on the way to Duna, the regional capital of the Northern
state of Muravia. Here was the seat of local government, a centre for the
defence forces for the north of the country, a trading centre for
commodities of all kinds and the central slave market for the area. The
Prince made this voyage twice yearly for meetings with the officials
responsible for local administration. The central government in Madrango
levied taxes on everything sold in the area and the records of this were in
Duna where the tax had to be collected. They would have to spend many days
in Duna and The Prince left much of this work to his Ramage so there was
much to discuss. In addition to the routine admin Prince Dumar had an
appointment with the proprietor of the local slave market. Boys captured
from skirmishes on the Northern borders were collected in Duna and, because
of his position, The Prince had first call on those he considered suitable
for servitude in Madrango.  In reality it meant he could chose the best
specimens to be sold in the capital which in turn would provide more income
in the form of tax. So a visit to the slave market was an important item on
the agenda and not delegated to the Secretary.  Those boys chosen would
bring a far better price for the traders than could be achieved with a
local sale so everyone was happy with the arrangement. Following selection
and payment from The Prince's Secretary the boys selected would be marched
the thirty miles or so to madrango, chained by the neck in a large group.

Throughout the discussions David remained prostrate on the floor whilst the
tawny skinned boy kept his arms raised ready to hold his master's glass. It
was a muscle aching task but he knew that if he lowered his arms even an
inch he would be punished and he also knew that the alternative was to be
impaled motionless on the table at the side of the cabin. Prince Dumar
ordered the slave to fill his glass and return to his position. He then
concentrated his thoughts as to exactly how he was going to fuck the ass of
the slave on the floor. He would not be returning to Madrango for two weeks
so there was plenty of time to make maximum use of it. Tonight he decided
to see how the boy performed when not restrained in any way. He ordered
David to stand facing the cabin side, spread his legs and bend forward to
touch his toes. Then emptying his wine glass he ordered the tawny skinned
slave to make his cock nice and moist. The boy quickly knelt to take his
master's flaccid cock in his mouth and within a minute it was glistening
with the slave's saliva and rock hard. The Prince then ordered the slave
boy to stand next to David and spread the ass cheeks wide. Rising from his
chair The Prince took two strides and thrust his rampant organ straight
into David's gaping hole. The pain at the invasion of his body by the
Prince's thick eight inch cock was much more that David expected. Yes his
ass had been raped many times but not quite so brutally and not by such a
large cock. He gasped as the full length of the invading organ was cruelly
thrust into him.

'Silence slave' rasped The Prince.

He ordered the slave boy to take his hands away and kneel. Then he took his
pleasure of the new slave who had so recently serviced his cock in a
different act of servitude. Having no concern for the slave boy he was
fucking The Prince slowly withdrew his cock until just the head was held by
the puckered ring. Then he thrust in again. This time David kept silent
though the pain was just as severe. Prince Dumar paused before each new
violent thrust into the inviting hole presented for his pleasure, his balls
slapping loudly into his victims body. Soon his thrusts became quicker and
harder. David hoped that the humiliation would soon end but he was
mistaken.  Prince Dumar was in complete control. Suddenly his thrusting
stopped and David felt exploring hands round his thighs. The hands reached
between his legs to his balls and imprisoned cock. Then agony as a hand
gripped each of his balls and squeezed hard.  The unexpected suddenness of
the pain caught him off guard and he squealed.

'That has earned it another ten strokes' remarked The Prince to his
secretary.

'You would think it would have learnt by now' replied the Ramage... 'but
only ten for disobedience'?

'yes you are right, I'll make it twenty'.

The pressure on David's balls continued but he forced himself to remain
silent. Then suddenly the hands relaxed just as the thrusting began
again. Now it was more violent with no pauses between. The Prince placed
his arms around David's waist pulling him backwards with each thrust. Then
just as David thought The Prince's cock must explode he relaxed again. His
hands went between the slave's legs and took hold of the balls again but
this time when he squeezed he was pleased that no noise came from the
slave's mouth.  He turned round and smiled to his secretary. Now he was
ready to shoot his load.  Beginning again he thrust his cock ever faster
until suddenly, The Prince's jubilant roar proclaimed his climax. Prince
Dumar's thrusts continued as he satisfied his lust pumping spurt after
spurt into the helpless slave's ass. Withdrawing quickly he clicked his
fingers. Instantly David turned, quickly knelt and took the glistening cock
into his mouth and licked it clean. Then he knelt at The Prince's feet with
his nose to the floor.

'Well at least the slave knows what to do after it has been fucked' said
Ramage, a broad smirk on his face.

Prince Dumar resumed his seat. It was time to eat. The tawny skinned slave
was detailed to serve Ramage whilst Prince Dumar ordered David to serve
him.  Meanwhile two meals had just been brought to the cabin. The two men
seated themselves whilst the two slaves removed the covers from the plate
and placed them on the table. After bowing to Ramage the tawny skinned
slave placed the plate before him. He then bowed again, filled Ramage's
wine glass, bowed once more and assumed a position of inspection but on his
knees. Taking his lead from the young slave David performed the same ritual
for The Prince. Observing the boy he had just taken his pleasure with he
remembered with some delight the spectacle of this slave being caned on the
auction block following his sale in Madrango. The slave had knelt and bowed
to his young friend Rico, his new master, who had ordered the caning to
teach the boy about its new status and it amused him to think that the
slave could have no doubt in its mind about its status now. Later he would
mark those buttocks himself and enjoy every stroke.